In the light of birds the lunatic wakes from uncountable sleeps <br />His burning electric wires begin to glow <br />Birds sing in every forest of flesh and blood <br />The lunatic's fingers turn into strings in the outer silence <br /> <br /> The darkness of half-asleep awareness roars through <br />The lunatic's widening arteries, it's another kind of <br />Waking-- and even total sleep is a frightening fire <br />It's compelled to burst out even while being awake. <br /> <br />The lunatic sees through his sun-paraphrasing eyes <br />That creates circles centred outside him <br />And unaccountable sleep awakens lightnings <br /> To sing a vast lullaby in flesh and blood. <br /> <br />The lunatic watches a bird...half-closed like eyes...flying <br />And his eyes as they drown begin to chirp.<br /><br />Dilip Chitre<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-light-of-birds/
